Underneath this sable hearseLies the subject of all verse:...Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother;Death ere thou has slain another,Fair, and learned, and good as she,Time shall throw a dart at thee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?...Is all good structure in a winding stair?May no lines pass, except they do their dutyNot to a true, but painted chair?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »